Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.